Palabras perennes de emociones pasajeras

Lucía Sandí

A letter to the next one

To the next person I decide to love. Just know that loving each other will be a decision. Because we both want to and because we really believe we are going to make the best of it. Not because we... Continue Reading →


About time.

Inspired on a spanish original: Do you ever get those days when something feels weird and you don't know what it is or why is it feeling that way? Some kind of existential crisis that basically consists on you... Continue Reading →

Dormir está sobrevalorado.

Dormir está sobrevalorado, hablemos hasta la madrugada. Hazme reír poniéndote serio, ponte serio con mi risa, Acúsala de inapropiada. O simplemente ponte, conmigo.   ~~Incluso en la distancia.                        ... Continue Reading →

Cause when it rains, it pours. (An apology)   I'm 50% sun as I'm 50% rain and I hope you understand that when the full moon hits me, my ocean shakes and I flood islands;                  too much water,  ... Continue Reading →

And this is why I will stay.

Two days ago I drew the mountains while sitting by the fire place, folk music playing on the speakers. Yesterday I labeled cleaning products. And somehow, both felt as nice; let me introduce you to my new life. It's been... Continue Reading →


Intensity. Sometimes I don't know what I'm feeling or why I'm feeling it, but I feel it when the moon is up and the sky is in a dark shade of purple and you're walking under the trees like you... Continue Reading →

Just another girl trying at life.

I’m leaving Indonesia with salty skin, salty hair and a salty heart. I leave Indonesia feeling more mature but incomplete at the same time. Here, sitting on an AirAsia airplane while writing this, I’m leaving Indonesia wanting to let all... Continue Reading →

De mi yo de ahora para mi yo del futuro.

Hoy es un día cualquiera de Marzo, a principios.  Ya huele a primavera en varias zonas del mundo y concretamente, seguro que ya se siente la primavera en Madrid. Pero tú no estás en Madrid, estás en Ferney Voltaire, escribiendo... Continue Reading →

Compartirse. Una elección.

Estoy viviendo un puto sueño, ¡soy TAN feliz! Tanto tanto tanto. Quiero dejarlo claro. Tengo una vida y no es compartida. (Románticamente hablando) No necesito compartirla, pero de poder compartirla -de tener a alguien con quién compartirla- elijo compartirla. Es... Continue Reading →

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